Summer, summer. Such an awful time of year. I've been holed up inside trying to pretend that the weather outside wasn't so hostile. School, travel, lots of reading and walking and video games all provided whatever sense of escape that I needed, and so here I am, attempting to come out of my shell and exist once more.

By far the best and most memorable part of the past few months was a trip in June to D.C. We had the unfortunate luck of going during a miserably hot period, but the week was wonderful nonetheless. Officially the week was for escape and to take photos (which do exist and which are in an album here); unofficially my lover/friend had to do research and invited me along. We ate too richly every evening, drank too much liquor and had possibly too much sex - in short, the week wasn't far from perfect. And to top it all off, the last night in town came to include my first proper foursome. I spent a few hours online and came across another young couple with the same interests, and before you know it we were taking the metro to nearly the last stop and placing our evening in the hands of strangers. But it went very, very well (though I, of course, had too much to drink).

In other news, I've developed a Law and Order dependency, and I've been watching them from the first season on, in order. I'm still proud of the way Swingtown is going, though the show is much more about growing up and making choices than it is about swinging (which is the way it should be, I think). And the only other show (yes, unfortunately I'm following 3) is Mad Men, which, though well filmed and fairly interesting, somehow wears on me. There is a reason that 50's stereotypes have been systematically irradicated from society, and without in some way showing that they are undesirable, I'm not sure that we need to have an entire series chock full of them. Likely more on that at some point.

I'm considering getting a new tattoo, though that almost goes without saying and is constant.

Summer, summer. Such an awful time of year. I've been holed up inside trying to pretend that the weather outside wasn't so hostile. School, travel, lots of reading and walking and video games all provided whatever sense of escape that I needed, and so here I am, attempting to come out of my shell and exist once more.

By far the best and most memorable part of the past few months was a trip in June to D.C. We had the unfortunate luck of going during a miserably hot period, but the week was wonderful nonetheless. Officially the week was for escape and to take photos (which do exist and which are in an album here); unofficially my lover/friend had to do research and invited me along. We ate too richly every evening, drank too much liquor and had possibly too much sex - in short, the week wasn't far from perfect. And to top it all off, the last night in town came to include my first proper foursome. I spent a few hours online and came across another young couple with the same interests, and before you know it we were taking the metro to nearly the last stop and placing our evening in the hands of strangers. But it went very, very well (though I, of course, had too much to drink).

In other news, I've developed a Law and Order dependency, and I've been watching them from the first season on, in order. I'm still proud of the way Swingtown is going, though the show is much more about growing up and making choices than it is about swinging (which is the way it should be, I think). And the only other show (yes, unfortunately I'm following 3) is Mad Men, which, though well filmed and fairly interesting, somehow wears on me. There is a reason that 50's stereotypes have been systematically irradicated from society, and without in some way showing that they are undesirable, I'm not sure that we need to have an entire series chock full of them. Likely more on that at some point.

I'm considering getting a new tattoo, though that almost goes without saying and is constant. But that's better done after I spend the next week at home, if I do it at all. I also need to take pictures of the ones that I have and post them. It occurs to me that without also including nakedness, there aren't any pictures of my (most) of my tattoos. Time to remedy that.